Hey, Roxy Goth here. This story takes place when the boys are fourteen [Webby 13] and after whatever happens in the plot happens.

Because of course, we have no idea what that is I'm keeping that element of it as vague as possible.

This story focuses on the boys and will feature an OC later on in the story.

I do not own Ducktails in any incarnation or any associated characters.

"Aren't you three a little old for this?" Webby asked, hands on hips as she looked into the boys room.

Dewey glared at her. "You're never too old for Halloween." He declared, folding his arms.

Webby rolled her eyes. "Yes, I suppose that's why you frequently see old people with zimmer frames dressing up in witches hats."

Dewey's glare intensified. "I'm a wizard! Witches are girls."

"Mmm-hmm. And – you're a ghost, Huey? And you, Louie, are…the devil."

Louie shrugged. "Type casting."

"Anyway, I won't be coming with you this year. Because you see, I am no longer a child, unlike you three, clearly."

"Yes alright, Miss Stuck-Up." Louie said. "You turn 13 recently and suddenly it all goes to your head."

Webby frowned a little before relaxing her body language. "Sorry. But I'm still not coming with you."

"Have it your way. We'll chill on our own."

"Fine. Me and granny are going to stay in and watch horror movies. Catch you later, bye!" And with that she disappeared.

Huey pulled the sleeves of his ghost costume up a bit more. "C'mon let's go before it gets too late."

"It's only five O'clock Hubert." Louie said, adjusting his horns. "Chill will you?"

"Says the devil to King Dice." Dewey said, grinning.

"Oh, let's just go before my hair turns goes grey." Huey said, ushering them out the door.

"Fair enough, we don't want you looking any more like Uncle Donald."

"Can it, Dewford."

Eventually they did make it out the door and down the street.

"Maybe Webby has a point." Huey said, as a couple of five year olds ran past them.

"Webby does not have a point." Dewey snapped.

At which point Louie, who had been silent up until this point, stroked his chin and said. "We might be to old for trick or treating, yes, but not for other aspects of Halloween."

His brothers looked at him in bewilderment. "What do you mean, 'other aspects of Halloween'?"

There was a pause, then Louie said. "Not sure. But what I meant is we could do something scary to brag about at school."

"Like?"

"I dunno. We'd need to find something."

There was another pause as the three brothers each tried to think of something. Then Dewey snapped his fingers. "Got it! Some boys at school mentioned a cornfield appeared in Farmers Field down Avenue Way."

"So?" Louie said, arms folded.

Dewey rolled his eyes before flinging an arm round each of his brothers shoulders and drawing them close. "We-ell, the rumour is it's made by aliens are therefore, my dear brothers, everyone's too scared to go anywhere near it. So, if we walk through it we'll be the talk of the school."

"Yes and the talk of the newspapers if we go missing." Louie deadpanned.

Huey shot him a look. "Let's try keep it on a positive note, hey Louie?"

"Okay, I'm POSITIVE we'll be the talk of the newspapers if we go missing, happy?"

Sensing an argument Dewey intervened. "Look are we going or are we not?"